Chapter 105 Preparing to Inherit Darian's Entire Estate
"Mom, you have no idea how outrageous Aunt Sandra was. I was scared to death, I couldn't even think about whether she was okay, and now she's blaming me," Ophelia pouted, visibly upset.
Tabitha tapped Ophelia on the forehead, a gesture of playful reprimand.
She said, "Cecily managed to save her and score some brownie points. If you show a little respect, she will naturally forgive you. After all, you're going to marry her son, and she won't stay mad at you.”
"Really?" Ophelia questioned, looking for reassurance.
"Of course, Ophelia. You're not married to Darian yet. There are some things you should endure for now. Once you're part of the Fitzgerald family, you can slowly start playing your games with them."
A smile spread across Ophelia's face as she snuggled into Tabitha's embrace, eyes glinting with ambition. "I understand, Mom. I will."
Once she married Darian, she would deal with everyone who had ever looked down on her.
...
Tonight was the night for Darian's treatment. Not wanting to leave Rowan alone at home, Cecily had dropped him off at Aurelie's place.
Then, she headed to the Fitzgerald estate alone.
The staff and bodyguards at the Fitzgerald estate recognized her, so naturally, no one stopped her. Cecily slipped into the property without any obstacles. Her leg buckled slightly as she entered when the little tyke excitedly hugged her. "Mommy!"
Cecily's heart melted instantly. She knelt down and pinched the little one's chubby cheeks. "Did you miss Mommy?"
"Of course, I think about going to Mommy’s every day. Daddy has been reluctant to take me there recently, hmph."
Cecily broke out into a cold sweat. Thank goodness Darian wasn't willing to go to her place, or he would have run straight into Rowan.
She didn’t even dare to imagine that scene.
After some thought, Cecily leaned in and whispered something in Griffin's ear.
"Really?" The kid's expression lit up. "When can I see my brother?"
Cecily thought for a moment. "When there’s a chance..."
"What are you whispering about?"
Darian appeared at the top of the stairs without notice. Fresh from a shower, his hair was still dripping wet. Clad in the casual home attire—a white T-shirt paired with light gray lounge pants—he exuded an air of laid-back simplicity.
Yet even dressed so ordinarily, he couldn't conceal the innate aura of aristocracy that seemed to radiate from his very bones.
Cecily caught sight of Darian and jumped in surprise. Upon realization, she and Griffin instinctively straightened up.
They looked like two kids caught red-handed in mischief.
Darian saw their strange looks, his eyes narrowing. He walked down the stairs carefully and approached Cecily. He gently lifted her chin, making her feel uncomfortable.
'Those sharp eyes of his... Did he overhear something?'
Cecily began to sweat.
Darian's gaze was piercing. "Talking behind my back?"
Cecily felt relieved inside and brushed away Darian's hand. "I don't have time for gossip. I'm here to treat you. Let's get this over with—I'm in a hurry to get home."
Darian watched her aloof eyes and let out a cold chuckle.
"How conscientious of you."
Cecily sighed, muttering under her breath, "My son is with you. How could I not be conscientious if it means getting to see him?"
Darian had been heading toward the couch but paused and turned back at her murmur. "What are you muttering about?"
Cecily looked up, her smile widening. "Nothing. Let's get started."
Darian scoffed, "Don't think I don't know what you're really after. Just using this as a chance to see your son and, if you're lucky, sneak him away."
Cecily quietly complained to herself, 'So you've figured it out, haven't you? Clever man.'
Darian settled onto the couch, his tone dismissive. "Forget about taking the child. You won't be able to, not unless I'm dead."
Cecily walked over with a smile, "Don't worry, I definitely won't steal my son. I'll leave my son with you. When you're dead, my son will inherit all your wealth, and I'll become a billionaire riding on your coattails, then maybe take on a few toyboys so even your soul will have to watch us spending your money."
When Cecily spoke, Darian's mouth twisted into a wry smile.
'She even wants to take on toyboys!'
Silence fell in the living room, and a chilling wind caressed Cecily's cheeks.
Cecily saw that Darian looked like he could bite her head off right then and there.
Under Darian's piercing gaze, Cecily involuntarily swallowed her saliva.
Maybe it's better not to provoke Darian after all.
"Thinking of taking on toyboys?" Darian sneered as if he was taking the comment lightly, but internally, he was grinding his teeth.
'This woman's head is filled with thoughts of other men day in and day out.'
'Toyboys, huh?'
"Mommy, what's a toyboy?" Griffin, standing beside them, asked curiously.
Cecily made a face, feeling sorry for saying something just to annoy Darian.
"It's nothing, nothing. It's just a term for someone with a toy," Cecily made up a strange explanation on the spot.
Deciding not to continue the subject, Cecily took out her tools, motioning to Darian to lie down...
After the treatment was over, Darian's complexion showed no signs of improvement.
Cecily didn't bother with him further. She was only there to treat, not to cater to emotions.
Cecily packed up her things and stood up.
Griffin looked up at Cecily with a longing gaze, "Mommy, are you going back now?"
Cecily stroked Griffin's head, "Yes, darling, it's late, and I need to get home. I'll come to visit again."
Cecily, too, felt the pain of parting. She couldn't spend every day with her own son.
Griffin pressed his lips together, "It's not safe for you to go back at night. Daddy, can't you drive Mommy home?"
"No need," Cecily said, immediately declining the offer.
Cecily firmly rejected the idea of Darian giving her a ride. The last thing she wanted was for him to insist on coming to her place afterward.
Seeing her intense reaction, Cecily quickly tried to smooth things over with a forced smile, "I drove here myself."
Darian wasn't pleased with her evident reluctance; the annoyance in his eyes grew thicker.
Cecily didn't dare linger. She picked up her things, ready to leave as quickly as she could.
Her hurried departure did not go unnoticed by Darian; it seemed as if she couldn't wait to get away from him.
As Cecily reached for the doorknob and pulled open the door, light flooded in from outside. But just as she was about to leave, someone grabbed her wrist forcefully, holding her back so strongly that she couldn't move at all.
Snapping back to reality, Cecily looked up, confused, only to meet Darian's face—clearly in a bad mood.
Before Cecily could ask what was happening, Darian was already pulling her outside. "I'll give you a ride," he declared.
"I don't want that."
"You don't have a choice," he asserted.
Cecily didn't know how to respond.
Dominant as Darian was, if he wanted to give her a ride, there was no arguing with him.
Walking behind him, Cecily clenched her fists and mock-punched the air behind his head several times in frustration.
They sat in the car silently, the windows wide open, the cold breeze filling the space.
Cecily turned to glance at Darian, who wore only a light jacket. One hand rested on the window, the other on the steering wheel, driving with an air of casual elegance.
She tried to smile, her gaze fixed on his impossibly perfect yet icy face. He didn't even glance at her, treating her like she was just a puff of air.
Cecily finally spoke up, "Could you... maybe close the window?"
"Cold?" Darian asked, unimpressed.
'As if I'd ask you to close it for any other reason,' she thought.
Cecily nodded, "Mainly worried you might catch a cold."
Darian scoffed, clearly doubting her concern, "So you do care about me?"
Cecily, wanting nothing more than to get home in one piece, didn't argue with him and nodded again, "Yeah, you're my patient after all. If you got sick, it would only delay your treatment, wouldn't it?"
Finally, Darian turned his head to look at her, his eyes filled with sarcasm and coldness.
Finally, he closed the window.
Just then, Cecily's phone started ringing.
She picked up the phone and squinted her eyes slightly.
It was Raphael again!
When would he ever stop?
Cecily answered the call, "Three times in one day, what's the deal? If you want the company that bad, you better go to sleep. Dreams have it all."
With a snap, she hung up without giving Raphael a chance to speak.
Darian frowned at her.
Soon enough, Cecily's phone rang again. Just as she was about to turn off her phone, she saw it wasn't Raphael calling. She glanced at Darian, discreetly turned the volume down, and answered, "Hello."
"Cecily, your dad and sister have lost their minds. They're at your doorstep right now."
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